I held off for a month but I have a lot of pent up emotions and they have to be released some way. So I kill.
The best thing about being a killer without a signature is that I am beholden to no one. No limitations. Anyone can die. Any place. Any way I please.
And it pleases me to go to a motel off the highway, talk my way into a stranger's room, and slash the couple's throats who would dare to trust me. It felt wonderful to feel the reverberation of the blade as it broke their skin. The tingling sensation that spread through my fingers. The betrayal in the eyes as they released they do, in fact, live among monsters and their fate is inescapable. It didn't make me feel entirely better but watching them struggle for air as their blood stained the carpet gave me a sense of relief. Like a breath I've been holding for a month. One gasp of air isn't enough to satiate but it is something.
As soon as it was over, I was back to worrying and anger but for those twenty minutes as they pled for their lives, grasping at my feet, I was back to the way things were before.
I will get it back.
Even if I have to kill everyone between me and my son to get there.
As always, dear readers,